Re: By the stage
Ice in her veins, 'cause it's cold, cold, cold, the satin'n'chiffon corpse stiffened at the question, though not visibly, and inwardly there was the subtlest wince of regret in coming at all -- was there anybody she knew here? -- she didn't dare the peek over the coffin wall, nor the parting of the soil to see any light. The slender puppet strings of her now ironed resolve fingertips rumored around the glass of liqueur and thinned her gaze, moistened her carnation-pink lips, and swallowed the lake of fire.
"Probably not." two black hearses for eyes driving once to Adam's funeral, then to Dria's. "What about the two of you? Looking out for anyone?"
Ah, that was more like it. Everything in her mind was starting to bleeeeeed into a sickened comfort! More was on the deadly menu, more oblivion, more, more. She'd be swimming through the black sea again soon to burn her blotted out inwards proper.